Page 142 of Payoff Pitch

We joke around for a few minutes, and I poke him about his age. He shakes his head. “You’re not being very nice to me, sweet girl.”

I look over at the gorgeous man driving an expensive sports car. The whole scene is hot, and I’m feeling inspired by my earlier conversations with my friends.

I bite my lip. “Maybe I don’t feel like being so sweet tonight.”

I move my hand to his lap and feel the thick muscles of his thigh. There’s nothing I love more than the sight of him naked with me tied up as he uses those thick thighs to drive himself in and out of me.

I’m so wet right now. I’m aching for him.

I move my hand up to his dick. It’s still hard. I can practically feel it between my legs.

Feeling inspired and wanting this last night to be everything, I unbuckle my seatbelt and lower my head to his lap, kissing his dick through his pants before unzipping him and pulling out his length.

He stutters, “W…what are you doing?”

I stroke him while licking his tip. “I’m here to service you,Mr.Montgomery.”

I take my sweet time to give him the best blow job of his life. He’s always the one in control in the theoretical bedroom, but tonight he’s bordering on losing control. It feels good to make him come undone this way.

It’s always been him fucking my mouth, but right now it’s me sucking in his cock until it hits the back of my throat. I can’thelp but moan at the satisfaction I’m feeling. If he slid his hand up my dress right now, he’d easily discover just how turned on I am.

In what may be the record for how quickly he’s come, it takes only a few minutes before his warm seed fills my mouth and I swallow it all down.

I think I need to touch myself before we get to his house. I’m so on edge.

Given how low his car is, I don’t want anyone to see him when I pull away. I quickly tuck him back into his pants before lifting my head. His eyes are glazed over as he stares at my swollen lips.

As soon as my head is up, I see that we’re about to slam into the car in front of us. I scream, “Watch out!” before the world goes dark.

Darkness.I can’t see anything. I can’t feel anything. But I hear Tanner’s voice telling me to wake up.

Despite the pounding in my head, I manage to blink my eyes a few times. Realizing I’m snuggled into Tanner’s lap, I croak out, “What happened?”

He frantically moves his hands all over my body like he’s checking it for damage. Worry is written all over his face. “We crashed. Are you okay?”

Pound. Pound. Pound.I must have hit my head. It feels like a heavy metal band is playing the drums in there.

“My head hurts, but I think I’m okay.” I gingerly look around and see what’s become of Tanner’s new car. It’s wrecked, and I start to get hysterical. “I’m so sorry, Tanner. This is my fault.”

He squeezes me and rubs my hair. “No, it’s not.”

He keeps asking if I’m okay. I feel like I’m going in and out of consciousness, but I’m trying to be present.

Suddenly there’s a loud bang at the window. It makes my head hurt all the more. Stop the banging. Please.

I think it’s a police officer. He’s asking Tanner a bunch of questions. I don’t hear much with the ringing in my ears, but I do hear him ask, “How did this happen?”

Tanner can’t bite back his smile as he whispers to me, “Do you want to show him?”

If I wasn’t feeling like death, I’d laugh. Or maybe slap him.

He goes on to tell the officer about swerving to miss a car, after which the officer asks him to reach behind me and turn off the ignition.

Tanner attempts to do so, but because of the damage to the car and me on his lap, he can’t reach it and asks me to do so.

That’s when I realize just how bad this is. My top half is wracked with pain, but my bottom half feels nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“Tanner, I…I can’t feel my legs.”

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